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Post by TURTLENOSE.♥ on Oct 1, 2013 19:48:53 GMT -5
open A soft breeze kissed the molly's pelt as she padded carefully out on to the beach. The soft sand gave way under her paws, but she walked on, expertly traversing terrain that often threw other cats, and even twolegs, off. But the sand was as natural to the green eyed she-cat as her own fur, and she would go as far as to say that the beach was her favorite place to be. It was quiet now, serene. A glance upwards revealed the blackness of silverpelt, her warrior ancestors barely managing to twinkle reassuringly through the cover of the clouds.
Her tail swished back and forth behind her as she came upon the water's edge. The tide was low, waves crashed against the shore periodically. The smell of salt comforted her, and she sat back on her haunches. A wave crashed in, the water tickling her toes before being pulled back out into the endless ocean.
But despite all of the beauty and comfort that she was surrounded with, Turtlenose heaved a great sigh. It wasn't really cold, despite the fact that leaf-fall was upon them. But the twolegs didn't visit the beach as much, and so the rhythmic sounds that they played that she so enjoyed were much harder to find.
Tonight, the beach was deserted. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE |
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Post by ✿VULTUREFLOWER on Oct 4, 2013 17:12:57 GMT -5
vultureflower was scared of the dark, she realized with disdain. she thought she had gotten over the fear of the strange, lurking monsters in the night that'd snatch her up and gobble her corpse down like an afternoon breakfast that'd torment her as a little kitten. she was thirty eight moons old! she was a brave and strong warrior who only had a tiny bit of a taste for twoleg food. really, only a little bit! that was better than most beachclan warriors, and she allowed herself the guilty pleasure of sweet confections frosted with confections telling herself this. besides that, she was definitely someone who shouldn't be afraid of the dark. yet here she was, the great hulking mass that was her body shivering, tiptoeing across the beach like she thought if she was quiet enough, she wouldn't alert them.
of course, vultureflower knew more than anyone that she wasn't very sneaky. her body was just too large and her limbs uncoordinated. once, she had been playing about the trickling scream like an overgrown child and leaped to a rock, only to realize she was short of a tail length of reaching it. of course, she ended up soaked in icy water and her pride wounded. she suspected that if she'd been born a cliffclan cat, she would've found herself dead in a moon. those mentally challenge individuals just seemed to love hopping around the mountains like a bunch of rabbits. she just didn't get how cats could live there and not miss a step. it was crazy, it was ludicrous!
the heavy she-cat let out an elongated, shaky sigh as she scanned the area, hoping that she could see the camp and race back to safety. however, as her eyes contracted to better take in the moon light, there was nothing but sand, water and... oh great starclan, who is that? her little heart began to speed up, similar to the bird-like flutter that she experienced around you-know-who, but with fear instead of undying affection. it looked like a cat, but vultureflower wasn't fooled. it was a beast. she contemplated running away in fear with her tail tucked in between her legs, but she realized that that might've been what the monster wanted— to find a victim and track it back to its home. she couldn't allow that to happen. she wouldn't sacrifice her clan for her own hind. steadying herself in a hunter's crouch, she began to creep forward until she was within leaping distance at the monster gazing at the sea, and began her attack.
"out with you, foul beast!" she yowled as she leaped towards the gray shape in the darkness. she might die, but she would be known as a hero. maybe, upon her death, her dearest shrimpstar would realize her undying love for vultureflower and shed a few tears. the thought brought a smile to the tabby she-cat's face, even when she realized what a macabre thought that was. ah, well, love. TAGGED: TURTLENOSE.♥ | WORDS: 509 | NOTES: vulture n turtle both have tongue pics CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE |
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Post by TURTLENOSE.♥ on Oct 8, 2013 0:19:53 GMT -5
All was quiet. The striped gray she-cat sat silently, very out of character for her normally hyper-active self. Her ears twitched at the sounds of late-night birds, the chirping of a million insects, the gentle roll of the waves on the ocean. Her long tail snaked around her paws, but unlike more complex creatures, Turtlenose did not use the time to contemplate. Her mind was a blank slate, her bright green eyes hazing over as she lost herself in nothingness. It was beautiful, really. Of course, nothing stays beautiful forever. How long had it been? No cat could say. She could have been sitting there an eon, or maybe just a minute, before her peace was very rudely interrupted.
Battle wasn't her strong point. She was average in battle, just like she was average in hunting. Her niche, her talent, was tracking.. But that wasn't going to help in the present situation. There was a horribly loud yowl, and she was quite certain that her fellow Clanmate called her a 'foul beast' before barreling straight into her. There was really nothing that Turtlenose could have done to stop it. She had been zoned out, the attack had come out of nowhere. Due to their proximity to the ocean, and the angle that she was tackled from, both she-cats rolled a couple of times before they found themselves soaking wet and up to their bellies in the ocean water.
A violent hiss escaped her maw as she did her best to separate herself from what she could only assume was one of her Clanmates gone mad. After blinking the horrifically salty water from her eyes, and shaking her head, she was able to make out Vultureflower's hulking form barely a mouse-length from her. "Do you have beetles in your brain?" The she-cat hissed harshly, spitting in anger. "What in StarClan's name is wrong with you?" She bared her teeth, and as another gentle wave rolled in and pushed them closer to shore, she grimaced. The she-cat padded delicately out of the water, shaking it from her paws every couple of steps before she was finally back on the beach. "It will take me a moon to get my pelt clean, Vultureflower, really." She grumbled before she began to lick at her chest-fur, grimacing at the tang of the salt water. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE |
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